Eggs, coffee, butter, oranges, bread, salad fixings, paper towels, shampoo. Meat.
I am standing front of the supermarket meat cases totally clueless. This is unusual as I am one of those people who almost always knows exactly what they want to eat.
Not today. After a week of grey skies the warm sunshine has addlepated my senses.
Meat. I poked the chickens...no...even though I spent a small fortune learning to disembowel and prepare them in a dozen exotic ways. Pork chops sent out their siren call...weeeell, maybe. Sauteed with fresh salsa and wrapped in a hot corn totilla. Been there, done that last week.
Beef. It's not what's for dinner today. Yawn.
Then I spied the lamb shanks.
Oh baby, oh baby!
Slowly braised lamb (recipe here) in mushroom sauce served with wedged roast taters and chunks of rough country bread. A nice Merlot...and big fat strawberries for dessert.
Pretty much sums up my day. Life is good. Go forth and eat well.
Posted by feste at January 25, 2003 03:59 PM"Oh baby, oh baby!"
Heh. I said the very same thing
when I popped a Swanson New Flakey
Crust Chicken Pot Pie in the
microwave tonight. I didn't
bother getting a plate out.
Ate the sumbitch right outta
the gray round plastic/cardboard
thingy it comes in. Might
as well have eaten the original
box, too. Probably has more flavor
the chicken ....
(Wife is due home Sunday night.)
:)
The Spousal Unit comes home and asks "What's for dinner?"
"Lamb Shanks" I reply.
"oh." The Look.
"Oh?" I inquire.
"I sort had a hankering for your Gran's fried chicken."
Well dang...the magic word. Fried chicken it was.
Yeah, I know.
Spoiled rotten.